"I think you're my cure."
Slowly, the man closed in on the woman in front of him, the distance between them coming to an end, as their lips crashed against each other. While his one hand snaked around the small of her back, his other hand was holding onto her hand clutching the collar of his shirt. His grip was firm, but he was still careful to not hurt her.
No sound could be heard throughout the entire house, but that of her moans and his soft whispers audible to no one but her. Rong Xinghe was no more sure who was the Ripper anymore. It was as if something had possessed him. His oversized shirt wrapped around her body had already been partially torn apart, revealing her cleavage and bare shoulders to him.
It was now that something struck her. Eyes wide open, the girl pushed the man away, "What just happened?"
"I kissed you.", the man smirked.